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Jern Tann
Giant, metal tombstone teeth each an inch thick, tall and wide. The little men scurry around the fifth floor looking for any glinting gem or jewel. Greedy hands grasp down and grab rubies, sapphires, emeralds and diamonds. Into the maw it goes, grinding and cracking, popping and snapping the precious minerals turned to a fine powder in seconds.
These little precious stone addicts will swarm adventuring parties. Prying the jewels from sword hilts, scurrying off with bags of gold and snapping off fingers to get at the rings. Mines are often infested with them and jewelers wake up in cold sweats imaging them.
The bank vaults boogeyman, the Jern Tann.
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